Silver Spoon pt3

>You are Anonymous.
>You are in Equestria and it is Estrus season.
>Every mare in Equestria is outside of your house.
>Every mare but one, at least. Silver Spoon is locked inside with you.
>And you are loving every minute of it.
>Coincidentally, you no longer have a lawn.
>Not even joking. After the first three days of trying everything to get to you, Celestia ordered more… unconventional matters be tried.
>You don’t know how they found Shining Armor’s hiding spot, but what they did to him when you refused to open your door will haunt your memories forever.
>Rest in peace, Shining Armor. Your dick was not ravaged in vain.
>He was still smiling after they left him in a puddle, a dazed and confused expression on his face. Cadence took pity on him and teleported him and herself away.
>So you guessed it was every mare but two outside your house.
>Your bro was down, but you were safe.
>Next came offers. Gold, gems, vacations, becoming a royal consort. Everything under the sun, and including the sun when Celestia tried again.
>You still remember your first Estrus, with just all of the Ponyville mares. You aren’t going to open that door, especially not with all of the mares in Equestria out there.
>Next came the dragon. He was a large red motherfucker. You don’t know where he came from, but he landed right outside, picked Fluttershy up, hugged her, and then blasted your house with flame. Nothing happened.
>So he punched your house.
>He pulled his hand back, shaking it in pain.
>Whatever Shining Armor did to this house was fucking amazing. If you didn’t know they would have raped him anyway, you would have given yourself up for him at this point.

>You think the only thing stopping the mares from raping the dragon was the size difference.
>From some of the looks the mares gave him after he failed to open your house, they were considering trying it anyway.
>But the dragon wasn’t an idiot. He saw their looks and quickly nope’d his way out of there.
>Then you saw another Silver Spoon in the crowd of mares. You pointed her out to the real Silver Spoon that was currently sitting on your lap, grinding against you and trying to get you ready to go again.
>God you love Estrus.
>But when she saw the other Silver Spoon she gasped. You two watched as she walked up to the door and knocked. You didn’t dare go near it, you don’t even care who or what it was.
>After a long time of waiting, you heard an enraged snarl and saw a green explosion. You peeked out the window to see a bug-alicorn thing glaring at you with lizard eyes.
>And thus the horde of mares outside your house grew. Apparently changelings go through Estrus at the same time ponies do.
>You saw the bug thing walk to Celestia. A table appeared with some papers. Using a spyglass you liberated from Fluttershy during one of her earlier attempts at guessing if your fetish was peeping Toms, you saw that on the paper was a peace treaty, with one of the terms being whoever fucks you first would get the better terms.
>So now your dick was a political tool.

>In response to that, you pulled the window curtains open, put an ottoman a few feet away from it, gently put Silver Spoon on it facing the window, and fucked her hard in front of them all.
>It was fun, seeing the look of hate on the bug lady’s face.
>Adding changelings changed the dynamic of the game outside. You constantly saw porn stars making out on your lawn-while you still had a lawn, at least. Apparently Fluttershy mentioned the porn she stole from you all those years ago, and the changelings saw what human females looked like.
>Of course, you didn’t really care about that anymore. You’d been among ponies so long you honestly didn’t remember what another human looked like until you looked in the mirror.
>So the game went on. The ponies would do something extreme and you would just not care about it.
>And now? Now, they were digging your house from its foundations. Thus, you no longer have a lawn. However, Shining Armor obviously did not gimp on the defenses around your house. Even the floor was protected, as you occasionally heard thuds as something tried to dig its way in.
>You have to give them credit for their imagination, even if it was being used to attempt to rape you. You think they were trying to collapse your house to see if it would break open when falling, but you really don’t think they want to actually hurt you.
>They just wanted to rape you a lot. Yeah, that sounds fun, right?

>It was the last day of Estrus. Tomorrow, all the mares would wake up, fix everything around your house they broke, sincerely apologize, and go home.
>That’s what they always did, though Applejack and Fluttershy sometimes had to be dragged away.
>You were really hoping that’s what they would do this time, because you were completely out of food.
>You didn’t take into account having two Estrus refugees, so you didn’t stock up on enough food. And you really didn’t take into account that you had been fucking like… Well, rabbits isn’t even close to it. You had been going at least five times a day, usually more.
>Your manhood hurt. A lot. But the Viagra potions or whatever Silver had been shoving down your throat made you stay hard all the time. It apparently also increased your sperm production rate by insane amounts, because you were still good to go every time she wanted to.
>Frankly, it was terrifying. But in a good way.
>What time you and Silver did not spend fucking, you spent talking. There wasn’t much else to do since Celestia apparently had the power cut one night. You had no way of watching TV and it was too dark to read, what with all of the pegasi blocking the sunlight.
>You two grew a lot closer in that time. You kind of had to trust her, what with the ever-present threat of opening the door. You knew she wouldn’t, but still.

>”I don’t really want to say Diamond Tiara was a bad filly, but she really wasn’t very nice. I usually tried to temper her reactions, but she wasn’t having it. She just was not very nice. Spoiled, I suppose.”
“But didn’t you grow up in similar circumstances? What was different?”
>”I honestly don’t know. Her father was usually so busy with the family business. She idolized him, but he so rarely had time to spend with her. My parents were around a lot more, and were always able to make time for me. I was a little spoiled, but they were able to keep me more or less under control.”
“I’m glad, Silver. I probably never would have given you a chance if you had been. You just seemed so sweet…” You smiled. “I’m glad we’re together.”
>That, of course, caused another massive hug attack. You fought back and won the initial assault, but she rallied with a massive kiss counterattack that broke your defense and left you a shadow of your former resistance.
>Sometimes losing isn’t so bad. When she finally pulled away, she asked, “So how do you want to spend the last few hours of the mating season, my sexy stud?”
“How about… lighting some candles and reading a book?”
>The look on her face was almost worth it. “Not what I had in mind.”
>Her voice sounded a bit off, which was fair.
>You give a tremendous sigh.
“I sometimes can’t help but think I spoil you too much. But… What do you want to do?”

>Okay, you were honestly expecting to be playing a very rousing game of hide the penis with your very special mare friend.
>You know, maybe she’d spice it up or something by throwing in something kinky. Hell, maybe she’d even let you toy with her other hole-not like you’d need it, but still.
>Even cuddling would have been nice. One of the things you were surprised by when you got here was just how soft and squishy these ponies are. Cuddling with them is really nice.
>Or watching the crowd of mares outside as they tried to get in. You saw some really crazy shit these past weeks. There was one mare… you didn’t know it was possible for ponies to bend like that. But she was keeping herself amused, looking you dead in the eyes at the same time.
>Talking would have been nice. You learned quite a bit of gossip from her. Apparently more mares in this town had a crush on you than you realized. Applejack, Fluttershy, Lyra, and Silver Spoon were the only ones that ever really acted on it. Lyra was all physical, Applejack scared you, and Fluttershy disturbed you.
>You seriously thought a Misery style scenario was going to happen one day with Fluttershy or Applejack.
>You did not expect what Silver Spoon had in mind, though.
>Which is why your guard was still weak and she was able to catch you in the face easily with a pillow tied to her hoof.

>So yeah. Apparently ponies know what Mortal Combat is.
>But they aren’t so much a fan of the ‘Mortal’ part. So, they use pillows.
>It would be a lot more adorable if you weren’t getting your ass handed to you.
>She giggled as you fell again. “Come on, Anon! Don’t tell me my big strong somehuman can’t protect himself from weak little me!”
>You struggled to your feet.
“I’m a masseur. The only fighting I’ve done in the past several years was keeping Applejack away from my meat stick.”
>You reached up to your chin and pulled your head sideways, popping your neck in a gesture you hoped look threatening.
>Given that you had pillows tied to both hands, it probably looked sillier than it did scary.
>And… Yep, she giggled again. You couldn’t help a small sigh as you picked your unwieldy fists up. The main advantage you had as a human in a fight was gone, since you couldn’t grab her.
>Still, you had reach. While she was still smirking at your appearance, you reached out and smacked her in the face with your pillowed hands.
>She was not amused. She expressed her lack of amusement by pouncing on you with outstretched pillow-hooves, slamming into your chest before you could step aside.
>Man, old age and not exercising that much really fucked up your reaction times. Mostly not exercising. You were older than Silver, but not old enough to be a creeper.
>You two fought until morning.
>In the end, you were more exhausted than you had been from every time you two made wild, sweaty love.
>Totally worth it, though.

>When the morning finally came, the multitude of mares outside of your home slowly started drifting away. Some of the more radical ones that broke stuff or helped the digging efforts stayed just long enough to clean up and fill the dirt back in.
>You didn’t have any grass left, but at least you didn’t have to worry about falling to your death when you stepped outside.
>Chrysalis and Celestia spent an hour sitting across from each other at the table that appeared, talking something over. After a while, they stood, shook hooves, and each disappeared.
>Celestia teleported back a few minutes later with a sack of bits that she dropped on your door stop along with an apology note. She gave your window a quick wink before teleporting away again.
>Fucking Molestia or Trolestia. It’s hard to tell with her sometimes.
>You waited until Applejack was dragged away before daring to open your door.
>And when you did, the accumulated smell of thousands of wet marehoods slapped you in the face. It was horrifying, and you almost threw up.
>On the door stop was several bags of pastries from Sugarcube Corner, the bag of bits from Celestia, hundreds of apology notes, a few love letters, a few scary lust letters, and a book on unicorn sensitive spots from Twilight.
>You scooped up the pastries and the bits and slammed the door, afraid to go out until the smell was gone.
>You smiled as you walked back to your bedroom, seeing Silver cuddling against a pillow as she slept on your bed. You set the pastries and coins down, before joining her in sleeping the day away.